Spy Girls and the Underground Reading Rainbow

Dear Hexling Spy Kids, Do you have a dictionary handy, or have you been relying on your parental units to serve as human dictionaries? My dears, if you are reading this letter, you will need to locate a dictionary– but not just any dictionary. You will need to unearth the very special, ultra ancient, super…

Our Love is Here to Stay

Dear Hexlings, We’re nearly at the end of the November section of the 2017 chapter of our lives. It has been an unseasonably warm November, even here in Buffalo, which has made for pleasant travel and has caused less of a need for actual burning embers; however, since I am always twiggy, slightly anemic, and…

Girl Power

Dear Edison Girl and Lincoln Girl, How many awesome girls do you know? A ton, right?! There are just too many awesome girls to count. The world is full of awesome girls, and girl power is the future. It’s too bad our country is not ready to realize that yet. The United States better get…

Goodbye, Little Yellow Bird

Dear Darah and Elanah, Yesterday marked the first of the month of October. The crisp air is upon us, and so is the frost. Frozen mornings awaken us, enlivening our senses. We are met with winds that turn the bridges of our ears red and make our eyes well with tears. The earth’s tearful expression…

Lights of Mine

Dearest Hexlings, It is September 26th. I last wrote to you on here on May 26th. Not long after I published that last letter to you, I had to shut down our web(site) for a time so that I could work some things out. I knew we could get through a summer without letters because…

The Bare Necessities

My Hexlings, Hurray! It’s time for us to forget about our worries and our strife! Tomorrow, at six thirty in the morning, I will show up in sweatpants and my Darth Vader shirt at your door to pick you up from your Western Illinois home, and we will jump into the green gorgon car (our…

My Funny Galentines

Ye Olde Deare Herte-lings, We are approaching midnight– the cold, cloudy moon-masking dawny twilight of our Valentine’s Day 2017. All of our warmth is on the inside. Richard III would mock our holiday cheer and say the appropriate name for V-Day this year is “the biggest, baddest, worst ever winter of our discontent,” but we’re…

Dartilda / Dar Quixote / Darcinea

Dearest Darah, A fantastical letter in celebration of your birth, which we celebrated both before, on, and after its official date of commemoration, has long been in order. January 13th is one of my most favorite days of the year, of course, and I was touched to watch it approach and amazed to see it…

The Food of Love

Hi Hexlings, I am sitting here, curled up in my purple Project Dance Company sweatshirt on your grandfather’s couch in front of the colorful sparkly tree, drinking my cup of earl grey (hot) tea out of the giant Grateful Dead mug and eating a plate of Christmas cookies. They are quite good, even a couple…

When Shall We Three Meet Again?

In sunshine, soft shade, or over the rainbow? That’s not exactly what the First Witch in Shakespeare’s Macbeth says when she opens the play by calling her fellow wayward sisters to a cryptic meeting before following after her cat, Graymalkin. But it is the right thing for us to say about our enchanted meeting. Three…

The Bells of St. Mummy’s

Greetings, Hexlings, The holiday season is now upon us and in full rockin-around-the-Christmas-tree swing. I am ringing (writing) my little bells to help keep the spirit of Christmas alive inside my soul. You have your Christmas tree up, and you have already had snow and gone sledding on the golf course behind your house. We…

The L Word Family

Good Morning, Hexlings, Tomorrow I take a plunge into an icy lake. I will be wearing some kind of pantsuit because the reason I will be plunging into an icy lake is that I was asked by one of my new friends from the local chapter of the Pantsuit Nation organization to participate in an…